Can drive him forth⁠—so did the gallant sons Of Troy, and their allies from distant lands, Continually pursue the mighty son Of Telamon, and hurl their spears against The centre of his shield. And now he wheeled, As conscious of great valor, and repulsed The crowding phalanxes; and now again He turned to flee. And thus he kept the foe From reaching the swift galleys, while he stood Between the Greeks and Trojans, terrible In wrath. The javelins hurled by daring hands Against him⁠—some hung fixed in his broad shield; And many, ere they came to his fair skin, Fell midway⁠—eager though they were to pierce The warrior’s side⁠—and plunged into the earth.